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She arched beneath him, the sounds tumbling past her lips becoming more animalistic by the moment, and her nipples hardened to perfection with each hard sweep of his tongue. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he used just a hint of teeth, her cries almost orgasmic.
Little did she know he had every intention of making her actually scream through a climax. This was just a taste of what was to occur.
“Is this okay?” he asked after undoing the button of her jeans.
She glanced down at him, full lower lip caught between her teeth, and nodded. Her eyes, dark like the wilds of a winter sky, verged on black now, so wracked with want that he all but came right then and there.
It wouldn’t have been too surprising if he did. He’d practically had a hard-on since their first kiss earlier that night at the skating rink. Luther was bursting at this point: the need to take her, bond with her, so overwhelming that he could barely see straight.
It had never been like this before. Luther had been with his fair share of women in the past, but the intensity had never been like this. And for that brief moment in time, his whole world revolved around Espie Ruiz and pleasing her.
They worked together to get her skinny jeans down and off, catching her shoes and socks in the process. Before he dove right into the honey pot, he took a few seconds to study her.
Breathtaking. She was a goddess in human form, with her lush hips and the beautiful darkish hue of her skin. A woman of many ethnicities, many backgrounds. He had never seen anything more astonishing in his life.
“Luther?” She lowered her hand to his chin, stroking it with her thumb. “Is everything okay?”
He leaned forward and captured her palm with a kiss, eyes closed, and pulled away with a smile. “Never in my life has anything been more okay.”
Espie gasped—a sound quickly becoming his new favorite sound—as he parted her legs and trailed his mouth up her smooth skin. Drawing her to the edge of the couch, he quested higher and higher until he tasted the fruit of his desires, her scent maddeningly close to his face.
She cried his name—forget that gasp: this was better—as his tongue swept across her wet, hot sex, slithering between the folds to torment her before moving northward to swirl around her swollen bud. Her twitches and spasms spurred him on, licking and sucking at whatever his mouth touched, savoring every second.
His inner polar bear had gone savage within him, demanding he mate with her immediately, but the beast didn’t understand the sweet ecstasy of slow, delirious pleasures. Slow and steady might still be a mantra that applied to bears, but not when it came to their fated mates.
Despite his urges to simply take her, Luther enjoyed himself immensely, making her squeal and whimper, eventually adding a finger or two into the mix—until finally she came undone all around him. A wild moan tore from her throat as she climaxed, her thighs quivering and his mouth filled with sweet nectar that only made him hungry for more.
And he would have more. Immediately. He rose with a growl and made quick work of his pants as she recovered, determined not to let her languish for too long before they continued.
***
Holy…God.
Espie had never actually had an orgasm with a partner before. Usually, it was only on solo missions that she quickly found her own pleasure, but the guys she had been with in the past just couldn’t seem to get it together. However, Luther had no problem taking her to the moon and back on his first attempt, and they were just getting started. If she’d had it in her, she might even have applauded.
Instead, she felt her body settling into a supremely comfortable post-orgasmic glow, and only when she blinked lazily up at him did she realize he wasn’t done with her.
She sat up curiously, watching him take his time, rather than descending on her as soon as he got his clothes off. Luther grabbed the throw blanket over the back of her armchair and laid it out in front of her fireplace. He then stalked back over and hoisted her up. She giggled, arms wrapped around his neck, and dangled her feet as he carried her with ease over to the thick blanket, and he laid her on top of the warm surface.
Swallowing hard, Espie welcomed him between her thighs. The transition was fluid, like part of an old dance they both knew thoroughly. Her eyes fluttered closed as he filled her, his very solid shaft stretching her, the fullness straddling the brink of pain and pleasure until their hips met.
Cradling her head with one hand, Luther pressed sweet, soft kisses anywhere he could—cheeks, lips, temple, neck, and jawline—before gently rocking against her. Each thrust renewed her desires. Her sleepy comfort faded, replaced by a heady lust that brought out the animal within. Soon enough, her nails were raking down his back, her hips bucking up to meet each of his increasingly powerful pumps.
Then, without thinking, Espie rolled them over, flipping him onto his back with a growl. A flicker of surprise passed over his face, but he soon lay back, one hand on her hip, the other playing with her painfully sensitive nipples, as she rocked back and forth, riding him hard on her quest for pleasure.
When she came for the second time, it was like finding nirvana. Every nerve ending was electrified, primed for ecstasy, and she had zero control over the noises she made. But for once, she wasn’t ashamed of vocalizing her pleasure—not when Luther seemed to derive more pleasure from it.
He grasped her hips hard and pounded into her, drawing out the blissful waves of tightening and relaxing, until he finally groaned, body stiffening.
Finally, her inner grizzly shut up. And Espie had never been happier.
They had mated. Bonded for life. How could things get any better?
Of course, when she had that thought she hadn’t considered the concept of a marathon. They spent the night making love: in front of the fire, on the couch, against the fridge, in the shower. They fell asleep intermittently between each encounter, only to wake an hour later, each of them equally ravenous, and the only cure was each other.
Espie had never had a more passionate, erotic, or intimate night with a man in her life. By the time Luther carried her into the bedroom so they could doze off another time, she had stopped worrying about how they were going to work things out. It was funny how enough sex could bring even the craziest difficulties right into perspective.
